A Last Bit of Sage Advise

I gave my children life, what there was

of me genetically to pass along. By my

example and tutelage, I gave them some

traits and behaviors good and bad, words

and deeds to live by, which to abide or cast

aside.

I taught them to pray at bedtime, to say

please and thank you, and to keep their

elbows off the table while eating. Oh and

there is, chew with your mouth closed, and

don’t talk while chewing your food. Treat

everyone as you would wish to be treated

yourself.

Of course the less than admirable character-

istics I have passed along to them are too

numerous and offensive to mention in this

brief accounting I have outlined herein.

Now, granted, my kids have grown up to be

(mostly of their own doing, and in some

cases in spite of me), the best they were

meant to be. And before I head into the

last roundup, I’ll pass along to them one

more bit of sage advise, that which I have

learned in my lifetime once or twice—

Beware of chickens, not all of them, mind

you. (Kentucky Fried and Popeye's can

certainly be a tasty delight, I myself prefer

those extra-crispy thighs.) Be cautious

and look out for the sinister and wily type

which more than likely will come home to

roost. Those are the chickens apt to jump

up and bite you in the ass every time.

Chris Hanch 9-20-18